Martin Variety in American Comics

Nightwing was very surprised.

He looked at the structural diagram of the underground vault and found that the other end of the tunnel was Gotham's complex sewer system, and the soil layer in the middle had been opened.

"What does the Penguin want to do?"

"Whatever he does has nothing to do with you!"

Nightwing heard the voice from behind and turned around suddenly, only to see a black shadow rushing towards him.

He quickly put the short stick in his hand together and protected his chest, but he was still kicked out and hit the wall.

"Ahem!"

Although the armor on his body reduced a lot of force, when Nightwing got up, he still felt a dull pain in his chest.

"Nightwing? Batman's little follower, you are much worse than him."

Arkham Knight stood in the house, mocking Nightwing mercilessly.

"FUCK, I'm just myself, nothing to do with Batman."

Nightwing retorted stubbornly, his eyes patrolling the house, looking for a way to escape.

Arkham Knight seemed to see through people's hearts: "Don't look, all the retreat routes have been blocked. If you want to escape, you only have one choice, that is to kill me."

"You talk too much nonsense."

Nightwing split the long stick, waved with both hands, and the two short sticks chopped at Arkham Knight's head from different directions.

Ding!

Arkham Knight raised his hands, the arm armor blocked the short stick, reached out to grab the head of the short stick, and kicked Nightwing in the chest.

Nightwing released his right hand, took out the dart, grabbed the short stick with his left hand and rotated, holding the dart and stabbed Arkham Knight's waist.

Arkham Knight raised the short stick and smashed it hard at Nightwing's arm, forcing him to let go of the other short stick, followed by a side kick, kicking Nightwing out again.

"This guy is too strong."

Nightwing quickly got up and looked for the opponent's flaws.

Arkham Knight threw a pair of short sticks back to Nightwing, strode towards him, and said: "You are too weak, you will always be just a bird flying under the wings of a bat.

And I, I am a hellish ghost who crawled back from hell, a ghost entangled in the flames of revenge, destined to turn all of Gotham into ashes."

Arkham Knight's speed increased with a roar, and he rushed towards Nightwing like a wild bear, as if he wanted to grind him into a meat paste alive.

Nightwing's eyes widened, and he rolled on the ground to avoid the impact. He swung the short stick and hit Arkham Knight's leg joint.

No matter how strong a person is, his joints are fragile. Arkham Knight's joints were hit and he knelt on the ground.

Nightwing seized this opportunity and rushed out the door, ready to run away.

But as soon as he showed his head, a bunch of bullets shot at him, forcing him back.

"It was a close call, it was a close call, my head was almost shot into a sieve."

Nightwing touched his hair that was rubbed by bullets and smelled of burnt, and he felt a little scared.

Arkham Knight stood up and said viciously: "You only have two choices today, be killed by my fists, or be shot to death by Penguin's men outside."

"Or, I can kidnap you and take me away from here."

Nightwing may be a good guy, but it doesn't mean he is really easy to bully.

"Very good!" Arkham Knight nodded: "This is what I expect, only killing you like this can make me feel happy."

After that, he pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist, pulled the trigger, and the muzzle flashed with fire, spraying a series of bullets.

Nightwing knew that this guy would do this, and before he reached out to draw his gun, he lowered his body and rushed towards Arkham Knight, closing the distance with him and engaging in close combat.

Banshes flying, bullets flying!

The blue bird and the black knight collided, and the aftermath of the battle spread, tearing apart everything in the house.

…

"What is this Arkham Knight doing?"

The Penguin Man felt a sense of both laughter and tears when he learned that the Arkham Knight was actually fighting Nightwing alone, and he also blocked his own people outside the door.

"Does that idiot think we are playing a game? The ambush has been exposed, and he is still fighting alone there. If Batman is attracted, everything will be over."

"No allies are reliable. To get things done, we can only rely on ourselves, Mr. Cobblepot."

Martin took the opportunity to sow discord and wanted to leave this completely closed vault.

The Penguin Man did not answer. He tapped the ground with an umbrella in his hand, pacing back and forth, wavering between his own safety and the safety of the underground base.

Seeing this, Martin continued to encourage: "We don't have time to waste now. If Mr. Cobblepot has any concerns, I am willing to kill Nightwing for you."

"No!"

The Penguin's vigilance against Martin made him subconsciously choose to refuse: "Mr. Martin's strength is unquestionable, but I, Cobblepot, am not a soft persimmon. See how I take down that damn Nightwing."

The Penguin finally made a choice. The strong desire for control formed by the uneasiness drove him to open the door of the vault and led a group of men to quickly walk to the place where Nightwing and Arkham Knight fought.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Martin followed behind the Penguin, looking relaxed, as if everything happening in front of him was a child's play for him.

"Are you all wooden people? What are you doing around the door? Go in!"

As soon as the Penguin arrived, he waved an umbrella and gave orders, wanting to command people to quickly resolve the battle.

"But Arkham Knight..."

The person who spoke was directly blown away by the umbrella in Penguin's hand.

He said to everyone in a grim tone: "Remember, the master here is me, the great Cobblepot, not that damn knight. Charge, rush in, kill Nightwing immediately."

The Penguin became more and more excited, and his voice was as sharp as scratching glass with nails, which was very harsh.

No one dared to disobey Penguin's order now. A group of fully armed soldiers rushed into the room with guns according to the standard procedures of indoor tactics.

...In the room.

The Arkham Knight gained an overwhelming advantage with the power of the hot weapons in his hands, but he was not in a hurry to take down Nightwing.

"Run, is this the level of students taught by Batman? Can't they do anything except running away?"

He was like a cat catching a mouse, ready to swallow the prey at any time, but not in a hurry, enjoying the fun of playing with the prey.

Until Penguin's men suddenly rushed in and threw a flash bomb.

Buzz——

The blinding light and brightness exploded instantly. Although Arkham Knight was protected by a helmet, his eyes were still flashed by the strong light and his ears were buzzing.

But Nightwing, who was played with, was always alert and avoided the flash bomb attack. Before Penguin's men rushed in, he jumped to Arkham Knight and hit him with a short stick on the part of his body that was not covered by armor.

Zila——

The non-lethal arc jumped and transmitted to Arkham Knight, making him lose the ability to resist.

"Get out of the way, or your knight will suffer."

Nightwing's threat did not work. Penguin's men did not move, and did not even move the muzzle of the gun.

"Don't pretend, Nightwing. We all know that you never kill people."

Damn!

Nightwing cursed in his heart.

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